30 Best Street Kings Quotes

Captain: It doesn't bother you that there are two cop killers out there, living, laughing, fucking? It doesn't bother you, Tom?
Tom: Yes, it bothers me!
Captain: So why'd you let them get away, gunfighter?
Tom: Hey, let's get something straight Captain, nobody's getting away.
Captain: What happened to the video from the store?
Tom: What video?
Captain: Listen to me, every time you shit the bed, Wander's there to change the sheets. Well not anymore, son. I'll be pouring gas on you, be pouring gas on Wander, everyone in Vice Special. Then I'm lighting the match and I'm gonna burn all of you. I tried to save you, Detective Ludlow. Your window's closed. And that third shooter? He's mine, so help me god.

Tom: What's with you? Clady give you a happy ending?
Captain: Is that anyway to address a commander? Got the call from the chief this morning. Badge ceremony's next week.
Tom: Congratulations, boss.
Sgt. Mike Clady: Hey, we're gonna have the keys to the city.
Detective: Believe that shit? They're crowning him king.
Captain: [raising glass] Let's give a toast to that. Toast to the king!

Captain: [to Ludlow] I can't afford to lose you. Who'd do what you do? You are the tip of the fucking spear. Who's going to hold back the animals?

Tom: [getting up to confront Washington] I'm just going to talk to him.
Sgt. Mike Clady: [holding Ludlow back] No, you're not. You're not.
Captain: You wanna talk? Let's talk about my foot up your ass if you don't sit the fuck down in your goddamn chair right now!

Tom: You have a complaint?
Beating: Motherfucker beat my ass like I was Rodney King, man. Except there was no video. Dude looked just like you, but black.

Captain: Back on the night watch, Tom? You two can be seen all over town. Tom, you really think I was going to nothing about you?
Tom: If you're going to do something, do it now. I know you want my scalp nailed to your wall, but then who's going to go in where the law won't? You Captain? You? You gonna clean up the needles and baby parts? No. You need me, and my company of men. You hate me, but you need me.
Captain: Ludlow, maybe you're right. Maybe we do need you. But goddamn if you don't need me, son.
[Ludlow starts to walk away]
Captain: Hey, Detective. Did you ever ask yourself if Washington's dead because he was dirty, or because he came clean?

Captain: This shit's crazy! You fucked them up! This is beautiful. And that machine gun shit - that was perfect. I know you hated waiting, but it's better this way. You alright?
Tom: Yeah I uh... I got shot.
Captain: Yeah, but you're okay?
Tom: Yeah, I'm okay Jack.
Captain: Because I know you're not tripping over these assholes right here. Fuck 'em. Screw 'em. You went toe-to-toe with evil, and you won.

Tom: [holding disc] I wanted you to have this.
Linda: And that is?
Tom: It's the video of your husband's murder. It shows everything.
Linda: Why are you doing this?
Tom: Because I know how not knowing hurts. When I lost my wife, she was with another man. She had a blood clot in her brain and it burst. The bastard dumped her outside the hospital, and she died alone on the sidewalk. Linda, I'm sorry for wanting to hurt Terrance, and I'm sorry for your loss. I want you to know he didn't die alone. And that the men who killed him are going to pay.
Linda: That won't bring him back. And that won't bring your wife back.
Tom: I don't care.
Linda: Not in my name. Please, not in my name. That doesn't wash away blood.

Captain: [to Ludlow] Phone Book Tom, the last of the ghetto gunfighters. Heard you got your best confession from a '91 directory.

Grace: [referring to Biggs] Who was that?
Tom: A cop who burns cops.

Captain: Insurance, Tom. I sell insurance. If you ever need any, and you will, why don't you give me a call. No one has to know but us. Not Clady, not Wander, no one.
[hands Ludlow his business card]
Captain: Listen, for your own good, don't get yourself so far out there that I can't reel you back. See you sometime.

Tom: This has to be you and me.
Detective: Why do you think we're in the goddamn bathroom?

Coates: Man, we got the one-time up in here. Motherfucking po-po. Is there any square cops out there? Or is everybody out for theirs?
Tom: Everyone's out for theirs. The way of the world.
Fremont: Dude, cops are like weeds. You pull one out, and two more fucking grow back.

Tom: [while working complaints] You get his badge number? You see his name tag?
Older: Not with his boot on my throat, his partner kicking me. No, it was a little bit difficult.

Grace: You know, you can just stop by sometime. You don't have to get shot when you want to see me.
Tom: [groaning] Why? I like it like this.

Tom: [referring to gangbangers across the street] Alright, Disco. You see those yahoos? I'm going to jam them. And when I do, one of them's going to bolt. That's the one that's dirty.
Detective: You bored or something?

[last lines]
Captain: I came as soon as you called.
Tom: I guess you were first on scene.
Captain: No, you were. Looks like Jack's friends got greedy, came after the money.
Tom: Is that what it looks like?
Captain: Mmhmmm.
Tom: This your plan, captain? Just sit back and let us all kill each other?
Captain: You were the plan. No one else could touch him. Once your eyes were opened, there was no other outcome. Decisions were made, Tom, by powerful men with powerful secrets. They were afraid of Jack. They asked me to help. One day, you will pass the chief in the hall and he will give you a nod. And you will know why. Because you were right, Tom. We do need you.

Tom: [upon finding drugs hidden in a mustard container] You got two strikes, Grill. This is three strikes. Twenty-five to life.
Grill: That ain't my fucking shit. Fuck you. You put that shit there. Dirty ass, punk ass cop.

Tom: [to Diskant] Hit me princess.

Tom: I was just going to break his jaw.
Sgt. Mike Clady: [sarcastically] That's a good answer.

Detective: Shouldn't we roll with back-up?
Tom: Fuck back-up.

Detective: So we're just gonna go in there and kill them?
Tom: No, I'm going to ask them some questions. Then we're going to kill them.

Tom: [to Discant] This thing you want that you think you want, you don't want.

Captain: Doesn't it bother you that there are two cop killers out there?

Tom: [while speeding through streets] You married, Diskant?
Detective: Engaged. And I'd like to see her again.

Detective: [to Ludlow] How can you shoot a guy taking a dump? I mean, seriously, that's sacred. That's like shooting a man in church.

Tom: You killed Washington!
Captain: Fuck him! Fuck Santos! Fuck Demille! Fuck Clady! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! They're a dime a dozen. You... you, man. You're special. You're special to me.
Tom: [shows him Diskant's badge] And Diskant? Was he special? I watched a good man die because of you.
Captain: That is entirely your fault.

Sgt. Mike Clady: We know you don't give a shit about yourself, Lud. That's pretty obvious. But you gotta think about the unit. You really fucked us on this one.

Tom: I'm from Vice Special.
Pathologist: Tom Ludlow. I know who you are. I handled your wife's autopsy.
Tom: That was you?
Pathologist: Mmhmm. The asshole, remember?
Tom: Right. The guy who washed away all the hair and fiber evidence. The guy who wouldn't do a vaginal swab. The guy who left me with nothing to go on.
Pathologist: It's not my job to investigate adultery.

Coates: That's what you're here for, dawg? You here to get some get-back for that sorry ass nigger, Detective Ludlow?
Tom: No, you guys did me a favor. So you know who I am, and I know who you're not. If you're not Fremont and Coates, then who the hell are you?
Coates: Who are we, detective? We straight nightmares. We the walking, talking exigent circumstances.
Detective: Ludlow, wait! I know these guys!